Do you still plot your moves?Meticulously planning your next attack, Obsessing over the board, Chasing checkmate after checkmate, Even though the game is over.

Or is it? Do I understand you now? Pawns surround a trembling king, Bringing back information,About "innocent" steps, And knights abducted. The game continues, making mockeryAnd playing hangman with your ill intent.

Sorry for the long gap in posting.This idea came to mind after a long writers block. These thoughts have been going through my head for a while, it was nice to finally do something with them.

I love himI tell myselfI know thatWe will be together foreverI don’t believe thatWe could be separatedMy thoughts tell me thatHe’s the love of my lifeSometimes my heart lies and saysI could live an eternityWithout himLike my friends say“We’re perfect for each other”And you can’t tell meHe’s not the one.